Point thy tongue on the anvil of truth.
War is sweet for those who haven't experienced it.
Success for the striven washes away the effort of striving.
Wrapt up in error is the human mind, And human bliss is ever insecure; Know we what fortune yet remains behind? Know we how long the present shall endure?
Envy, the attendant of the empty mind.
Humble in a humble state and great in greatness, I will work out the divinity that is busy within my mind.